1476 {Bucky x reader}

27

Stefano smiled through the thick glass between us as I waited to step into the small purple lit room that lead into his cell. I held a styrofoam cup filled with lukewarm coffee in one hand—just as he had asked for—and the small remote that let me control the doors to get out of here in my other hand.

"Grazie." He thanks as I hand him his drink and take a seat opposite him on the long bench. I rest my head against the cold wall and watch as he drinks his coffee as if he has never had anything so 'amazing' in his life.

I grimace, "Come puoi godertelo? (How can you enjoy that?)" He takes a breath after gulping down the last drop of the brown liquid.

"Come puoi non farlo? (How can you not?)" He counters with a smile.

"Suppongo sia un gusto acquisito. (I suppose it's an acquired taste.)" I play with my fingers as he takes the cup to the small bin shoot in the wall next to the glass; it had a similar construct as the room you needed to pass through to get in here, if one door is opened the other is locked shut. "Da dove vengo io... o quando, (From where I came from... or when,)" I huff a short chuckle as he takes a seat against the opposite wall, mimicking my own body like a mirror—one leg bent up on the bench with his knee resting on the wall, his head resting on the other wall. "Il caffè è stato appena inventato. Non so se ha un sapore diverso ora rispetto a, quanto? Seicento anni fa? (Coffee was just invented. I don't know if it tastes different now than, what? Six hundred years ago?)" His eyes widen and his brows furrow.

"Sei davvero del passato? (You are actually from the past?)" He gawks and I nod with a slow blink. "Com'e'? (What's it like?)" He leans forward as if it would help him hear better... as if the pin-drop silence within this cell was enough to make him deaf.

"Non è poi così diverso da adesso, da quello a cui ho assistito. Ho ancora molto da imparare, ma.... (It's not that different from now, from what I've witnessed. I still have much to learn, but...)" I look down at my shoes—the black sneakers I've claimed as my favourite since the day I got here. "La tecnologia è certamente qualcosa a cui mi ci vorrà del tempo per abituarmi. (The technology is certainly something that will take me some time to get used to.)" We both smile and he sits back.

"Cosi... Quanti anni ha? (So... How old are you?)"

"Oh! Ho solo ventotto anni! (Oh! I'm only twenty-eight!)" I wave his question away. He may have thought I was like Bucky, but he most likely would have imagined the famous Captain America—frozen for almost seventy years from what Bucky told me; the only difference is, I would have been frozen for hundreds of years if that was the case.

"Allora come fai a essere qui? (Then how are you here?)" He moves his leg down next to his other but keeps his body twisted my way. I shift in my seat slightly and slouch my body asking for the solid wall to engulf me.

"Viaggio nel tempo. (Time travel.)" I say simply.

"Merda... E ' vero? (Shit... That's real?)"

"Sì. (Yeh.)" I nod my head and chuckle. The things this world has accomplished baffles me, there was so much I didn't understand and yet I decided to stay here over going back to my family and everything I understood—with the possibility of dying at thirty if I did go back. 

"Che anno era? (What year was it?)" He shuffles closer along the bench and leans over his knees. "Prima che venissi qui. (Before you came here.)" He squints with interest.

"Era il 1490. (It was 1490.)" I lower my chin as I watch him search through his mind for a moment.

"Era l'anno di Ezio Auditore! (That was the year of Ezio Auditore!)" His face lights up and I smile at the name. "Tutti sanno di Ezio. Hai lavorato accanto a lui? (Everyone knows about Ezio. Did you get to work beside him?)"